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Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.

Originally posted by skarsgardaddict

“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.

Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.

“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.

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thedeathoftrust replied to your post “Me, writing a post, any post, it’s not a specific post anymore, just…”

Honestly I think you should make an announcement that you’ll start name dropping because I think these people are doing it bc they know you’re nice and you won’t do anything, they see it as you just take it, ya know? I don’t think it reflects poorly on you to just, share their message because this is the internet and they released those words into the ether, the universe can decide their consequences

Oh I never said I was nice. I said I try to be good. There’s a profound difference between those two things. 

Those who have been with me long enough, know that I take a hard line stance on not naming and shaming people in my inbox for several reasons, one being that I have been doxxed before, and have had people attempt to doxx me recently, either because of something I have said that they do not agree with or because they just plain don’t like me. And it’s a terrifying experience I do not wish to ever inflict on anyone, intentionally or otherwise. 

And I think some seem to mistakenly think that because I don’t publicly broadcast the person’s name, that I am simply rolling over and taking it, when the truth is, I’m just not comfortable with having other people do my dirty work for me.

Sometimes people need someone to talk to, they just don’t realize it till someone tries. There’s a few of my current followers who started out sending me hate mail only to end up still here four years later and still talking to me every now and then to let me know how they are getting on. It’s worth it for that alone.

Others are just trolling and get blocked.

A rare few are just trying to provoke me into posting their details publicly cause they want to prove there’s no such thing as good people and I’m lying when I say I care about others. I like to call these ones The Edgelords, and they are another reason for why I strive so very hard not to crack because fuck playing into that kind of bleak cynicism. I do not grant them that power over me. 

Persistent individuals who have made multiple accounts and used VPNs to get around me blocking them, have on occasion found themselves at the frayed ends of my patience. And it’s amazing, how quickly the facade collapses when you address someone by name. More often than not you’re left talking to a very scared and very lonely individual who just doesn’t know how to fix their life. Rarely do they persist after this gentle reminder that hey, I am a human, you are a human, we should be humane to one another.

For those who still don’t relent, well, they’ve found themselves subject to the real world coming back to bite them on the ass, either through work, their school or their parents. I’ve emailed colleges to ask if {Insert Name Here’s} behavior is a reflection of their core beliefs and values. I’ve talked to parents who just couldn’t believe what their child was doing online and were mortified.

I had one kid who I was certain was going to shoot up his school after I found his reddit account and I called the local police.

So what some people might see as me protecting people who are undeserving of my radio silence…I like to think of it as one last choice.

And sometimes they choose to say sorry.


So you guys I have a few updates - First of all my study playlist.

I have on my side, at the top bar added a playlist which features some of the music I study to. Really chill beats. If you guys give it a listen and like it then let me know and I will add more songs onto it.

Also I have my studygram (studyspiration) make sure to follow it, because I have started to post more there on IG story aswell, so there is always new content from me on there.

The pictures on there are the same as on my tumblr which means it is not oversaturated pictures with looots of colours and tape and all that (which is pretty and all) which is very well fitting for middle school and high school students but not as realistic for a university student (well not for me it isnt)





 By the time he pulled up in front of Liam’s house, Liam was actually shaking. He was still gripping Theo’s hand, now to the point of pain and looking out of the window.

 "Liam,“ his voice was soft. "Look at me.” He waited a full minute before Liam did as he asked, then he continued. “ You don’t have to do it.”

 He finally looked Theo in the eyes. “I do,” he shook his head and let go of Theo’s hand. “Let’s go.” He got out of the car faster than Theo could say anything else, so he only followed him to the front door.

But before they got there the door flung open and a very angry man stood before them. Liam actually took a few steps back until his back collided with Theo’s chest. Theo waited for him to move away, he didn’t. 

“What are you doing here? I told you I don’t want to see you ever again.” The man, Liam’s father presumably, was screaming.

 "I want to talk.“ Liam said quietly. 

"I don’t want to listen to you, you monster. Murderer. Go away. You are not my son. I don’t have a son. I never ha…..” he didn’t get to finish that sentence because his mouth was full of Theo’s fist.

 "One more word and the next thing falling from your mouth will be your teeth.“ Theo said in such a calm voice, that it wouldn’t be more terrifying even if he shouted. 

 Liam’s father’s eyes were drifting between shocked Liam and angry Theo.

 "Your son is no murderer. But I am. So do not push me." 

 After that he stepped back and smiled his nicest smile. That seemed to terrify Liam’s father even more. 

Theo put his hand on Liam’s shoulder. "Now that you are done talking, Liam will talk and you will listen.” He motioned for Liam to start.

 But Liam was silent. “Liam?” Theo whispered in the boy’s ear. 

“He hates me Theo.” Liam whispered back. His voice was so broken it made Theo even more angry.

 "Okay then, I will talk.“ He stepped in front of Liam to hide him with his body. "You think your son is a monster,” he looked the man directly into the eyes. “You’ve never seen a monster before. You never had to run for your life. And you know why? Because your son fought those monsters. He and his friends fought and they won. You are safe because they risked their lives for you." 

He took one step forward. "You should be thanking your son. Because even if he is a werewolf he is more human than you will ever be." 

 And with that Theo turned around, took Liam by his hand and left. 

 Liam was silent the whole way home and when they got in he took Theo’s fluffy blanket and wrapped himself like a burrito. 

 Theo let him think and decided to order some food. But when the pizza got there Liam was still laying on the couch watching some stupid TV show about werewolves. 

"Okay, that’s enough.” Theo threw the two pizza boxes on the table in front of Liam. “C'mon get up, move!”

 He sat down by Liam’s feet a pushed them off the couch so Liam would sit up. 

“Don’t.” came a growl from under the blanket. “Get up or I will help you and you’re not gonna like it." 

 "Fuck off.” Theo shrugged.

 "You asked for it.“ He stood up and took Liam still wrapped in blanket into his arms.

 "What are you doing?” Liam’s head appeared from under all that fluffiness. 

“I’m waking you up.” He stood Liam on his feet a tugged the blanket from him. “Loose the blanket." 

 Theo tried not to laugh but failed miserably. Liam truly looked like a small angry puppy. But his laugh only earned him another angry look.

 "Go take a hot shower, or do you want me to help you with that too?” he raised one eyebrow.

 Liam’s cheeks turned pink again but he said nothing and did as Theo told him. 


 When he returned from the bathroom wearing one of Theo’s old t-shirts he found Theo sitting in front of the big TV. He was hooking up something to the screen and two pizzas were laying on the table, both still whole. Theo was probably waiting for him.

 "What are you doing?“ Liam’s question startled Theo and he looked up. Liam blushed again as Theo’s eyes wandered all over his body. 

"Nice t-shirt.” Theo smiled. “Sit and eat, then we can play.” He turned back to the cables. 

“Play?” Liam couldn’t help the ambiguity in his tone. Theo didn’t turn to face him but Liam saw him lift both of his eyebrows.

 "PlayStation, puppy, we’re gonna play FIFA.“ he was grinning when he stood up and came to sit next to Liam. Liam only nodded and took a slice of pizza to prevent his mouth from saying anything else. 

note: here you go. Part 7 of who knws how many. I honestly don´t know how many part there´ll be, but I like this story very much.

And I wanna thank you for all your nice comments. hope you enjoyed this one too.

On Magi Ending and Volumes

Because something about the math here bothers me.

During Magi’s entire run, volume size in terms of chapters has been pretty stable at 10 chapters per volume. The only exceptions to this rule, as far as I remember, were Vol.1 (7 chapters) and Vol.5 (11 chapters), and starting on Vol.6 we have always followed the same trend of “Nights XX9-XX8″ (for example, Vol.35 has chapters 339-348).

As per this logic, which makes sense in terms of chapter pages so far, the following volumes should be:

  • Vol.36, Nights 349-358,
  • Vol.37, Nights 359-368.

The issue with this is that, if Magi has 4 more chapters to go, it means the series is ending on Night 370 - meaning that an hypothetical Vol.38 would only have 2 chapters, which is absurd.

As such, I suppose we have a few possible scenarios:

  1. Vol.37 is the final volume, and is longer so as to feature 359-370.
  2. Vol.37 has less chapters, and they are distributed in 37 and 38 (plus omake, etc).
  3. Vol.38 indeed only has Nights 369-370, but with at least 370 being significantly longer, plus omake and/or afterwords, in order to cover the standard length.
  4. Vol.38 has Nights 369-370 (which might be longer), plus epilogue(s), omake, etc (think Daiya act.I’s last volume, which had 1 chapter, 2 omake, and 3 epilogues).

Given how the series is, I suppose (4) is the most likely scenario, and I’m not ruling out (3), though I wonder whether there is bias on my part here. Daiya’s “epilogue” volume is my favourite of the series, so I would love to see Magi do something similar. This all said, the “last” chapter being longer than usual is pretty much set to happen, I believe.

I suppose we will get our answer in a backstage, since covers will need to be drawn, but I do hope we get to Vol.38… .
Private Message - John_lockian & Mottlemoth
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

As a few eagle-eyed followers have already spotted, the transcripts of ‘Private Message’ are now being uploaded onto AO3 by yours truly. 

Please do be patient and gentle with me. <3 I had a count up yesterday. Angel and I have now roleplayed over 80,000 words of these glorious shenanigans. I have ‘Excultus’ tearing at the inside of my skull, a laughable attempt at a day job, as well as some personal life mess going on.

But slowly and surely we will get there.

Angel and I are also going back over the Tumblr posts and giving them all titles, so they can be found easier. It’s a big project, so bear with us.

Most importantly: thank you all for following. Seriously. We’re thrilled you’re enjoying it. We love each and every single one of you. Thank you for your support. x

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me what are your 10 favorite blogs please ? I need to follow new swifties here :)

Hi lovely! Thanks for asking! I have SO many favorite blogs on here, so I´d have to give you more than 10 blogs :)  Here´s a few blogs run by people who are absolutely AMAZING and whose blogs and posts are bound to make you smile: 

@jtmaster13 @stillgotscars @in-her-wildest-dreams @tswiftbecky @tswiftyaussie @bellepetiteswiftie @heypay @onabalconyinsummerair @swiftslonglive @taylor-is-shining @taylorr-13 @areweootw13 @ileftmyscarfthere @newyorkromantics13 @sarah-is-swifty @put-my-name-on-the-topofyourlist @manxita @wildestgiraffe @messofadreamr13 @dreamingincastles @forgetyouaslongasilive @whataswift @alitoowell @rebeccacres @93emb @crystalskiees @ella-swift @hearyourvoiceinthedarkswan @lekkervaquita @allisonbell24 @megluvstswift @loveswiftlee @pittstick @longlivethatlook @badbloodmadmadlove @watchingtayshine @eightynineisfine @dancingtothissickbeat @twopaperairplanesflyingflyin @taylorkeepdancing 

I have a probably forgot someone (SORRY, I LOVE YOU ALL!) but if you follow these people you´re set out for a dash filled with a lot of T-Swizzled love and joy!! Hope you´re having a lovely day!! xx

Create a Sim Inspired By ~ Tag!

I thought it would be fun to start up a tag I’ve seen a few times on simblr. Apologies if this has been done before, but I thought this was a cute idea!

Rules: Using any Sims game, create a sim based upon the style of one of your favourite simmers! Be sure to tag them and your friends! :3

I have created a sim based upon the sims style of @storylegacysims! Her style is so distinctive and I feel I failed miserably but the sim is kinda cute? I also tried to edit like you, Molly, but again - I FAIL.

I tag the following simmers to have a go at this too: @storylegacysims, @pxlunicorns, @simalienn, @riverstonesims, @ohthesefaces, @0sims, @simsoflove, @tacha75, @simplicityplays, @calisimgirl, @astrobongo, @sassyllamas, @nikasimming, @108sims, @its-lunnarise, @mamabearssims, @simmering-pancakes, @druniper-sims, @pixelatedplumbobss, @pixelionary, @pocketpxls, @simsiecakes, @sweettunesunlimited, @zgonesimming, @asterllum, @miniculepxls, @sweetcarrotthesims4, @auroraplumbob, @vividlore, @captainsilversims, @ghostbouquet, @blueossa, @shespeakssimlish, @simblraaaaaagghhhh, @simnovels, @craftywritelovessimblr, @simsplyirresistible, @sparkiemonkey, @itstwina, @josiesimblr, @twistedsimblr, @simmeronnie

If I have not tagged you directly, please do it anyway! This tag was great fun to make! :3

Hey uhhhh these are some really jazzy people that I love and admire and uhhh you should absolutely follow them ( In no particular order ofc. ) =>

@lovlttr @punkinspices @ewpilots @cantstop-the-rj @fundedd @spanimator @skytitanic @avikat @norisu @kaoru-chamas @pisstord ( I KEEP SLIPPING AND FORGETTING PEOPLE THATS MY BAD BUT I STILL LOVE YOU GUYS NEVERTHELESS )

You guys have inspired me a ton one way or another and I’m really glad I got to lock arms with a few of you or just interact here and there! You’ve all made my stay here a lot more enjoyable and it really pushes me to keep working and stick around. 

Couldn’t say thanks enough. 💙

Very few religious people follow every single precept in their respective scripture.  To the (admittedly limited) extent that religion makes any sense to me, I can understand this.  It is usually a much better option than the alternative.

If your religion’s holy text was written hundreds or thousands of years ago, there will inevitably be some of parts of it which have become outdated, by virtue of either being irrelevant to modern life or antithetical to it.  If you intend to use those texts as a guide for how to best live your life, it stands to reason that you would do a little judicious cherry-picking, incorporating into your life those rules which fit your understanding of what it means to be a good person, and ignoring or rejecting those which are incompatible with it.

Nearly every religious person does this, to one degree or another.  Some people might call it counterintuitive or even hypocritical, but if your goal is to establish positive behavioral guidelines for yourself, it certainly makes far more sense than blindly accepting every last word of your scripture as immutable law.

But bearing that in mind, what does that say about religious people who focus so intently on the parts of their scripture about hating, ostracizing, or otherwise mistreating those who are different from that text’s narrow, ancient view of how people should live?  If the practice of religion ultimately comes down to adhering to the aspects of scripture that fit one’s best understanding of how one ought to live, then those who focus on the most hateful and regressive parts aren’t being devout, they merely use their religion as an excuse to be awful people.

Travel Day with Grayson

Requested by anonymous: “can you do an imagine when y/n and grayson are on a long flight and it’s cute and stuff? (can be in the airport too)”


“(Y/N), you ready to go?!” Grayson called from the living room.

“Almost!” You said, throwing a few last minute things into your carry on bag. You and Grayson were heading to the airport to catch your flight to the Bahamas. It was your first major trip, just the two of you, and you were super excited. You walked to the living room and followed Grayson out to the car to load up your suitcases.

“Jeez, that’s a pretty hefty carry on. Did you pack the entire room?” Grayson laughed as he took your backpack off your shoulder and put it in the trunk.

“Hey, we have a six hour flight ahead of us, I need all the entertainment I can get.” You said.

“Awe, am I not enough for you?” He pouted.

“Oh please, you’ll probably fall asleep two hours into the flight and leave me alone for the following four.” You teased, getting into the car. You headed off on your way to LAX, checked your bags, and made your way through security.

“Can we grab something to eat? I’m starving.” Grayson whined as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and slipping his shoes back on.

“Yes, I’m hungry too.” You agreed. You finished tying your shoe and headed off to the closest Starbucks, the both of you each getting a pastry and a coffee. You then began making your way to your departure gate and found a couple of seats, waiting for boarding calls to begin.

“I’m so excited for this trip. Just me and my girl, on the beautiful beaches of the Bahamas.” Grayson said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Me too. This is the first time I’m going to the Bahamas, and who better to spend it with than my man.” You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.

You sat there at the gate for a while, chit chatting before boarding calls started. Just as it was nearing time for them to start, a flight attendant came on over the intercom saying that the flight had been delayed an hour.

“Nooo, I was ready to go. I’m so tired of this chair.” Grayson whined as he shifted in his chair, lying his head on your shoulder.

“Gray, calm down. It’ll be alright.” You said, running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m just ready to get going already. What’s the time difference between here and there?” He asked Siri.

“The Bahamas is three hours ahead of Los Angeles, California.” Siri said.

“At this rate, it’s gonna be like six pm by the time we get there. It’s almost noon there.” Grayson sighed.

“Okay, then we’ll go to dinner there, then spend all day tomorrow at the beach. It’ll be okay.” You reassured him. “Just, try and rest before we board, then you can get cozy on the plane and have a good nap.” 

“Okay, fiiine.” Grayson sighed. “I’m gonna go walk around. Stretch my legs before this flight.” He said, kissing your cheek as he stood up.

“Alright weirdo.” You laughed. You watched as he walked over to the bathroom, then paced up and down the corridor for about twenty minutes.

“Back so soon?” You asked, not looking up from your book.

“People were starting to stare.” He laughed. Just as he went to sit back down, the flight attendants began boarding calls and your group was up.

“Yay! Let’s go!” You cheered as you grabbed your things and headed towards the gate. You scanned your boarding passes and headed on to the plane. Your seats were towards the middle and you had the window and middle seats on your row.

“I’m taking the window seat.” Grayson called as you got to your row.

“Then I’m getting the window seat on the flight home.” You said. You got comfortable in your seats and waited for take off. As soon as you were in the air, you and Grayson were both tired from a busy and hectic morning, so you both ended up falling asleep.

* * *

You woke up a few hours later, still having about three and a half hours left of the flight. You looked over to Grayson, who was still sound asleep. You smiled at him and pulled your book out of your backpack to continue reading. A little while later, you felt movement in Grayson’s seat as he turned to your direction, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“How much longer?” He mumbled.

“About two more hours.” You said.

“Ugh still.” He whined.

“You better wake up, or you’re gonna be up all night.” 

“Okay, sorry mom.” He laughed, sitting up and stretching out as much as he could.

“I’m just saying. I’m not gonna stay up all night with you.” You said. You sat there, doodling in a notebook, playing tic tac toe, hangman and card games, just to pass the last couple of hours of the flight.

“Attention passengers, please return to your seats as the pilot has turned on the seatbelt sign as we prepare for landing.” The flight attendant’s voice said through the intercom.

“We’re almost there!” You cheered. You began to pack your carry on back up and you and Grayson sat there as the plane began to descend into landing.

Once you landed and gathered all your bags, you headed out to get your rental car and headed off to the hotel.

You walked over to the balcony door and stepped out onto the platform, taken aback by the view of the beach you had from your room.

“Babe, we’ve only been here for like thirty minutes, but I’m already in love. It’s so pretty here.” You said, staring out at the water.

“It is. I’m glad we made this trip.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head. You stood there in silence, taking in the view, when the moment was interrupted by the sound of stomachs growling.

“I guess food is the next thing on our to-do list.” Grayson laughed. You flipped through the guidebook in your room and decided on just heading down to the restaurant in the hotel, too tired and too hungry to drive anywhere else. After you ate, you went back up to your room and got ready for bed. You walked into the room after getting out of the shower, Grayson already comfortable in the bed.

“Is that my shirt?” Grayson asked as you walked over to the nightstand, putting your phone on the charger.

“Huh? Oh yeah, you left it at my place the last time you were over so I figured I’d wear it and never let you have it back.” You said. It was an old camouflage shirt that he hardly wore.

“It looks better on you than it ever did on me anyway.” He smiled. You climbed into the bed and he pulled you into his arms. “I love you.” He said softly, kissing you.

“I love you too.” You said, kissing him again. “I’m excited for the rest of this trip. I still can’t believe we’re here.” You said.

“I’m excited too. But, I’m too tired right now to be more excited than this, but in the morning, I promise I’ll be ecstatic.” He laughed.

“Alright, I’m holding you too that.” You said, rolling over to turn out the light. You wrapped yourself in Grayson’s arms and you felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

“Good night, baby. I love you.” He whispered, kissing your temple.

“I love you too Gray, good night.”

So one of my mum’s friends owns a stallion. Laughing Cavalier. And he’s a curious looking guy because he’s possibly the oddest expression of rabicano(?) I’ve ever seen. If he’s even rabicano. Apparently his grandsire on his dam’s side was “roan” which makes me think rabicano because… well… just look at him.

He has a few grey/white hairs at the tailhead but I’ve seen him in person and he has no white hairs on his flanks/body and none of his offspring from what I can tell have been rabicano or roany. He’s most definitely not silver. IDK he’s just quite odd and cool looking. I figured some of my followers who like weird horse colours and genes would get a bit of a kick out of him.

sinners like us (saeran x reader, part III)

rating:  13+ (707 route + secret end 02 + tiny itty bitty bit of v route spoilers)

notes: argh. finally updating this one after a while too.

 so, uh, v route guys, LOL. i finished it a few days ago and what a trip that was. and what a blessing ray is. and a curse. how to write saeran now? well, in the case of this fic, it follows the secret ends so it’ll have to follow that line of his character (or i try to at least ahaha). but traces of ray will appear! like in this chapter! the garden thing was already planned so i was pleased to find ray likes flowers! works out for me here! /shot

anyway, this chapter was hard to write for other reasons. i’m still not completely satisfied with it, but alas. i still hope that you guys enjoy. 

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

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Dream I had earlier this year

I was dreaming that I was going to a geography class (I don’t have those classes irl) and the class was beside a motorway. We started to walk along it until we got to a dry mud path which we then followed. After a few minutes or so, we came up to a normal size house and looked normal on the outside. Confused, I asked where I was but my class was suddenly gone, not into the house but gone.

Somehow, I teleported into the house and there was a party. Some people drinking, some people playing arcade games and some were getting it to funky town. By that, I mean having sex. I was a lil iffy about the whole situation and I thought if there were anyone that I can get along with. Some of the characters I met were strange: A green young dragon with a white head, 2 giant cats that were blowing each other off and I think there were a few ponies as well. Speaking of which, I was about to go up the stairs when I saw Braeburn about to go up the stairs as well.

“Bwaeburn!” I shouted as I tried to catch up with him but my stepping slipped on the first step of stairs and I fell on my back. Luckly, he managed to hear me and came up to me.

“You should see how cute you look right now.” Braeburn said seductively. Without knowing it, he was now on top of me between my legs holding me close to him, somehow, I knew what he was going to do. He started to kiss me slowly before inserting his tongue.

Up to this point, I don’t remember anything else from the dream onward but what I find really interesting is that how can you sometimes feel things in your dreams because Braeburn holding me and kissing me felt as if he was really doing it. Is it a trick by the brain?


Another submission for @shlavweek! Day 3: Reality or Possibility

Character designs for a species swap AU with Galra Shiro and Altean Slav. A community of Alteans has survived through the centuries, but unfortunately, their numbers are dwindling. One of these few is super genius engineer Slav, who you can see here. I thought some genetic variations might spring up over the generations, so his facial markings are a bit different from those of Alteans from Princess Allura’s era.

Galra Shiro is a member of the Blade of Marmora, who are currently working with the Alteans (in spite of some initial tension following the groups’ first encounter). In addition to rescuing and protecting Slav, Shiro has assisted him with science projects, in spite of not always being 100% enthusiastic about it. The percentage varies, as you’d expect.

And Slav may also have saved Shiro once or twice.

I dressed Slav in pink, since that’s the color Alteans wear to honor their dead—but I also just like pink with green.

❝ update. ❞

&&. — hello, everyone. since i last posted on this account (the 1st of july), i have received a few questions, such as: where are you? are you active? and today - i will gladly answer.

over the past few months, i have been quite busy. with school assignments and personal matters, both. and, i am so sorry for not bringing this to my followers’ attention earlier, i should have. but - beside that - i have lost motivation to write nearly as often as i had before. i cannot tell you how grateful i am to have made it this far but … i haven’t gained followers or notes like i have in the past. 

if any of my followers are writers, themselves, they (surely) will know precisely what i am upset about. and hopefully, those of you who are not, will be able to understand, as well. to have done well, prior, i set myself to higher standards. and, now that i am no longer meeting my own expectations, it has caused me to be inactive. because now, writing feels like a burden - useless, almost.

but now, i understand the amount of followers or likes i have is not important. if i enjoy writing, that is. and i do! i love it - it has always been a hobby of mine and i hope to continue, regardless of how negative my day might be. so … i want to thank everyone who has supported me throughout my hiatus/break, it means very much to me. you have motivated me to resume by work.

maybe, i am being far too dramatic. anyway, you all know how i feel, now.

and i am beginning to write, again. a new post will be uploaded shortly.

sincerely, blaire.

anonymous asked:

Hey sorry I haven't been on the internet for.l a few days what hate is going on with dove cameron from Thomas stans?

People just have a very negative attitude towards her from what I’ve been able to see.

I remember seeing a post which said something similar to what I’ve got to say here, there are people that will blog day in and day out about thomas tbh, who will then get pissed off if Dove mentions Thomas in an interview because she ‘always talks about him’ (tbh, past few days have been proof she doesn’t talk about him all the time. I follow her on twitter and ig and she’s been promoting her new film instead)

I know there are also people who have said they won’t watch the lodge because of her guest starring, and I want to say, please don’t boycott the lodge. We have no idea what her plot is going to be in this, yes it’s to do with Thomas, but that wasn’t necessarily her choice? And it isn’t necessarily romantic. DOVE IS GUEST STARRING, SHE DIDN’T CREATE AND WRITE HER CHARACTER TO MAKE IT REVOLVE AROUND THOMAS!

The creative team took care of her character, they wrote her lines, they named her, they put her into a scene with Sean. Not Dove. <- This is what gets me most, because people act like it was Dove who put her character into a scene with Sean, you know what the character she has is the most ideal new character because it fits in with a plot that was already set up, the Enduro.

(Sorry, I went off on one there, I had to get that out there because it’s been on my mind for a while)

Sidenote - the cast of The Lodge are always liking Dove’s posts on Instagram, all of them are perfectly fine with her, they all seem to love her in fact. They’ve said multiple times that their cast is like a family, they all care for and love each other, stans who claim to love thomas can’t be happy that he’s got someone he’s happy with?

I feel like I kind of slipped from the original question tbh, but… yeah.

Hey! We’re 93 followers away from hitting 3000. While I’ve tried to celebrate milestones before, a general lack of interest has kept me from doing anything. However I have a few things to help make this milestone a big and fun one for all of us. Keep your eyes open for the next few days to make sure you catch any updates I might post.

gondile  asked:

why haven't you been drawing?

excellent question, me. and im happy to answer your… my question.

ever since finishing that crossover art project, i have felt creatively bankrupt, more or less. i mean, there are still ideas floating around in my head, but when it comes to the actual process of opening up my art program and picking up my pen, i only stare at the blank canvas for a few seconds before closing the program entirely. combining this apathy for art and some issues that sprang up in my personal life, and the will to draw is absent.

i guess this is normal, to feel like this post-project, but i am worried about disappointing people that follow me–both old and new, the ones who arrived specifically after my project blew up. i even have three separate birthday gifts on my backlog, and they’re all late (in standard gondile fashion).

but for now, i’ve been sinking my free time in a myriad of single player games (the witcher series is very, very good) and i’m assuming that i’m going to burn myself out on that and begin to miss the process of creation once again, and then i’ll continue to churn out the mediocre art you’ve all come to expect from me.

so that’s what i’ve been up to. thanks again for asking, me.